Thoughts on graduating

In my Public Health class this morning, our professor told us that we have a mere two weeks left of content, aka lecture.

That's it? I don't know what I was expecting, maybe more of a realization that yes, in fact, I am getting older....or maybe a celebration of the fact that I have spent the last FIVE YEARS in nursing school, getting my butt kicked, AND IT'S ALMOST OVER? Just like that.

2 weeks --14 days -- 336 hours -- 20,160 minutes -- and then that's it, no more cramming 6 weeks of lecture into a 6 hour study session, no more raps about the demographics of the great city Stanton, no more Michiko bringing brownies to an 8 am class, no more weekend engagement stories from giddy girls (no boys....yet), no more browsing and buying on Etsy in class, no more fumbling around in skills lab trying to start a foley, IV, or whatever, no more counseling and advice-seeking from the girls I have become so close with through the hardest things I have ever done in my life.

People have asked me if I'm excited to graduate. My answer is twofold -- yes, I am excited to see what kind of job I get after graduation, where I'll end up, how my life will change, if -- hopefully-- I'll grow up -- but more so, no, I'm not excited to graduate. I don't want to leave my tight knit group of friends at school, I don't want to miss weddings and the births of babies because I'm too far out of state, I'm scared to be responsible for sick people, the job market sucks, and most of all, the past 5 years have been the best years of my life. Who in their right mind would want to leave that?

Cheers to growing up.

Back to the Drawing Board...a blog of cliches?

Here I am, yet again. I have started a total of three blogs, all of which have failed miserably. This reminds me of the numerous amounts of journals that have stacked up over the years, each with a maximum of 15 entries. Somehow, all the pages get torn out of these, discarded, and then the journal donated to Goodwill.

I am a serial journal/blog starter.

When I see a pretty journal sitting in a bookstore, on Etsy, wherever, I almost always think to myself, "I could journal."

Yeah, right. The proof lays stacked up under my bed.

At least with a blog, I'm not wasting paper.

In this humble attempt at starting yet another blog -- hopefully one which will be loved and cherished --  I am seeking to document my dabblings in the art of sewing and creating. With a year of experience behind me, I'm starting to see the value of documenting some semblance of progression in skills and creative ideas.

I want to own this.